Page 62 of The Game
As I make my way out of the building, I can’t help the sinking feeling in my stomach.
Why did I even run from something so good?
Alexander’s been amazing in every way, and I ran out on him like my pants were on fire. He deserves better than that.
When I got inside that elevator, he looked disappointed and hurt, making my own heart miserable.
I would rather have his anger than that look.
When I grow back my confidence, I will talk to him.
Tell him how this is a me-problem, not a he-problem.
That usually does the trick, making the man back down.
On that thought, I make my way to my car and drive back to my dorm, each kilometre feeling like an extra barrier between myself and the man I want, but don’t know if I’ll be able to handle.
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The next day, I meet up with Samantha.
Thankfully, the weekend is here, so I don’t have to worry about running into Alexander at the rink. That will be a problem on Monday.
We decide to grab brunch and get seated at a table overlooking the river.
“Okay, spill, girl, I can tell there’s something on your mind,” I bite my lip as I look over at Samantha, contemplating how I should approach this whole thing.
“Judgement-free zone, okay?” She nods at me, eager for whatever gossip I have to spill.
“Alexander kissed me,” Samantha squeals so loudly that people around us start looking at her, but she ignores them.
“Omigod, omigod, tell me all about it! Freaking finally! That man has been looking at you like you’re his own personal goddess.” I blush at her comments.
“Yeah, but then I kind of ruined the moment by running off,” I tell her sheepishly, and Samantha quickly loses her glee, clearly disappointed in me.
She waits for me to elaborate, and I do.
I tell her about the memorable kiss and how we fit together so perfectly.
Then I share my fears of having a man like him by my side and how vulnerable I feel whenever he’s nearby.
“Girl, it sounds to me like you’ve never really had a boyfriend. Just acquaintances with benefits, maybe?”
I hate to admit it, but I think she’s right.
I’ve never truly let a man get close to me, but with Alexander, that isn’t an option.
He’s woven himself into my head, my heart, and my body so effortlessly.
“I know, I’m just scared. He makes me feel more than anyone has before him, leaving me vulnerable,” I tell her, and she takes my hand.
“Trust me, Sarah, I’ve known this man for some time now, and he would never go to these lengths for someone he doesn’t care deeply for. I understand the vulnerability, but I’m sure he’s right there with you.”
Once again, I feel bad for how I left him.
He’s a great man, and I just ran out of there like he hurt me, when he did the total opposite.
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